𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞 ; 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞! ⇄ | z.herron |

𝐱𝐢𝐢.

ZOEY / PERPLEXING NARRATOR !

the morning for zoey has been devastating, all night, and ongoing morning had she been groaning, and grunting, to the throne in her head, the ache in her stomach, and the uneasy feeling.
      to the side of her; pollen had been rubbing his eyes tirelessly, turning his bed side lamp on.
"babe— babe." he shook her awaken.

"what," she groaned lifting her bothersome head.

"a-are you alright?" he asked, his eyes peeling onto hers.

"mhm," she hummed, while shaking her head: no.
    within that memorable moment zoey's pale fragment of a face, bend to her side of the bed— her stomach churning up the food she ate that night before bed, the leftovers she consumed, fluids, they all came up, to the side of the bed, the loud disgusting patches of clumped food fell with thuds.
she mumbled words no one understood, before passing back out on the bed.

to pollen's surprise she had been snoring softly, and lively.
"oh my—" pollen dry heaved the terrible mixture smell, on the perfect carpet of his flooring. "zoey— babe!" he shook her awaken once more, but this time she just continued to snore soundly and twist to her other side.

this made pollen swear countless of curse words under his breath— for he had to scoop up the disgusting mounts of churned foods, and clean his rug below him.

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PERPLEXING NARRATOR !

"zach she's going to be alright!" daniel followed zach whom was pulling on a shirt.

zach— with all his might push daniel away from his bedroom door, and slammed his shut so hard daniel felt movement at the bottom of his feet.

"zach.." daniel mumbled softly now towards the door.
but zach was inside his bedroom, pulling and rumbling through drawers of countless things. he had been looking for his receipt of the opioids, a chance to see if his drugs to help him were drugs to addict her.

seconds felt like minuets, minuets felt like hours— he had still been scrambling. through the house, outside, in his car, while being told countless of times that zoey would be okay, and that she probably was just a bit ill.

you dont understand. this could keep her critically ill.

zach scribbled.
"zach. she's going to be okay— just let loose, okay?"

before zach could scribble, jonah groaned; "enough." he stiffened in his seat below. "you've been at each other's throats for days. im tried of it. zach if zoey wants to leave us then so let it be. daniel— and jack. give him space. do whatever but me and corbyn are sick of the pages of scribbled slurs from you zach, and the countless begging from you two." jonah then sat up.

"just stop."

as if the group wasn't fallen apart enough.

N O T E ;

hello! it's currently 2:36 AM and this chapter is shit so sorry— I feel like I say that a lot so sorry if some of you are sick of it.

How are you all?

If you asked me the same— Im alright. I haven't been hw free in a week or so. anyways ik I suck at posting and Ik you all are sick of the same blabber abt how i have a lot of hw so im not gonna bullshit it.
I do have a lot of hw, I also have a lot of outside business— yada yada yada. so im sorry again if chapters aren't daily, I can't really promise anything besides I'll get to them when I can get to them— I don't wanna disappoint and say im gonna post bc in reality these draft sit for weeks on end without editing. So like I said, if you want to unfollow now do it quick, I'll completely understand. I'm impatient myself and I hate waiting for new things to arrive so I'll try deeply my best to have chapters quick, but there isn't any promises.

Anyways it's getting late, I'll catch you all later with a better chapter.

Love youz babes😔.